sinovels Chapter 40 Cute
Chapter 40 Cute
"Wrapped in tenderness."
Zhong Xun wouldn't lose control of his emotions like this every time, he just knew that this might be the last time he saw Fu Qiuman.
After all, he died, and Fu Qiuman told Zhong Zhonglin during the divorce that the child support would be paid until he went to college.
But in fact, Zhong Xun has never touched the child support that he could not spend these years. Unless he really has no money, he will try his best to make up for it later.
He doesn't hate Fu Qiuman, but it's hard to let him have no grievances. From the first time he was beaten by Zhong Zhonglin, he was innately dull, but he is not a fool. He knows that Fu Qiuman is not blind , she knew Zhong Zhonglin better than him.
Zhong Xun ever thought of leaving Ningcheng, even he actually ran away from home, fearing that someone would find out and bring him back, he didn't even dare to tell Song Yijin before he left.
Unexpectedly, Zhong Zhonglin called the police and took him home.
Zhong Zhonglin also contacted Fu Qiuman, thinking he was looking for her, so Fu Qiuman had to leave his work and go back to Ningcheng. When Zhong Xun was taken back by the police, Fu Qiuman was sitting in the living room of his house.
His clothes were dirty and his eyelashes were drooping. Hearing Zhong Zhonglin arguing with Fu Qiuman, both of them blushed and almost made a move. Fu Qiuman also completely lost his decent and elegant temperament.
Fu Qiuman didn't blame him, nor did he blame him, but Zhong Xun knew he couldn't leave anymore.
"I don't want Zhong Zhonglin to trouble her," Zhong Xun said to Chu Tingdong in a low voice, lying in Chu Tingdong's arms. Dong, maybe he has the rogue gene.
He would rather endure it until he graduates from high school, or if he takes a junior college, he will endure it until he graduates from university, and then return all the money to them.
They felt that it didn't matter whether he was jealous or it didn't matter, he owed nothing to anyone, and he would never see them again in this life.
Although he hadn't thought about where he was going at all, and he hadn't thought about what he would do if he didn't go to school after leaving, anyway, he wouldn't really pick up trash, and even picking up trash would be fine.
At first he was looking forward to leaving, but now he was becoming more and more numb.
It was as if there was nothing underfoot.
If possible, he really wants to be Chu Tingdong's puppy, go to his house as a pet, wag his tail at him, rub his head against his hand, at least Chu Tingdong won't care, maybe a little bit like him.
Chu Tingdong's chin was resting on the top of his black and soft hair, and his fingertips were rubbing against the spinous process on the back of his neck, like a small animal calming stress, while the other hand held the SLR.
He originally wanted to turn it off, but accidentally opened it, his eyes paused, and he couldn't help but cursed in his heart.
The smooth honey-colored muscles flashed past on the screen, with conspicuous grooves and distinct blocks. This little idiot really took several pictures of the macho abs, which were lustful.
Zhong Xun noticed that Chu Tingdong's fingertips were suddenly crushed heavily, he shrunk his shoulders, turned around in his arms with difficulty, and then his already hot cheeks became even hotter, he gnawed his nails guiltyly, and hummed sternly Hmph, "Who told you to touch my DSLR?"
Chu Tingdong didn't make a sound.
Zhong Xun had cried enough, it was boring, if Chu Tingdong hadn't hugged him to coax him, he would definitely not be so pretentious by himself.
He raised his thin red eyelids, peeked at Chu Tingdong, and preemptively babbled, "It's because you won't let me touch...then I can only go to see other people's."
Chu Tingdong looked at him and smiled, as if he was being laughed out of anger, Zhong Xun's wrist was grabbed, he thought Chu Tingdong was going to beat him up, so he started to struggle instinctively.
"You can't hit me here," Zhong Xun hesitated, swallowing his Adam's apple, "If the waiter finds out, he will definitely call the police."
However, Chu Tingdong has no tendency to violence, he coldly took Zhong Xun's hand, and reached into the hem of his T-shirt, Zhong Xun's fingertips were caught off guard by the soft abdominal muscles that were sweating lightly and felt great to the touch. His face turned completely red in an instant.
He wanted to curl up his fingertips uncontrollably, but instead it seemed to be stroking, he muttered, his lips were pursed with blood.
Zhong Xun struggled with his wrist, but Chu Tingdong did not let go, raised his eyebrows coldly, and asked him in a low voice, "Is it easy to touch? Is it enough? Do you want to take a picture?"
"Uh..." Damn it.
Zhong Xun was so embarrassed that he felt hot all over, he almost wanted to cry again, his eyes were wet, his cheeks and lips were also wet and red, if Chu Tingdong said one more word, he would immediately cry.
Chu Tingdong had no intention of making him cry, and stared at him for a while with downcast eyes, then slowly let go of his fingertips, Zhong Xun suddenly dodged back, and sat on the other end of the sofa at the farthest place from him.
Zhong Xun couldn't eat anymore, but he was not willing to leave it, so Chu Tingdong asked the waiter to help pack it.
Zhong Xun's cheeks were rubbed with foundation and tear stains, his eyes were swollen and wet, his lips were fine, but they were bitten by himself and were red and swollen, with a slight oozing of blood.
It's like doing something.
He was so guilty that he didn't dare to raise his head, and hid behind Chu Tingdong, always feeling that the waiter's eyes were not right for them. Chu Tingdong is really a gay with a stable mentality, and he is completely unfit.
Before leaving the restaurant, Zhong Xun went to the bathroom to wash his face, he didn't look so embarrassed after all.
"Back to the hotel?" Chu Tingdong asked him.
Zhong Xun shook his head.
Chu Tingdong grabbed his wrist and walked towards the parking lot. He guessed that Zhong Xun would not want to go to bed so early, so he borrowed a car before he came, maybe he could take him to play.
"Fuck," Zhong Xun got into the car and before he could react, he moved around while clutching the seat belt, and said in surprise, "You know how to drive."
Chu Tingdong passed the driver's license test last year, he turned his head and asked, "Have you figured it out? Where are you going?"
Zhong Xun couldn't think of it all at once. He searched and found that there was a playground 15 minutes away by car.
He raised his head and looked at Chu Tingdong eagerly. Chu Tingdong glanced at it, and turned on the navigation without saying a word.
In fact, at the beginning, Zhong Xun just thought that other people seem to go to the playground when they have sex, so he also wanted to go, but he didn't expect that after going there, it would be more fun than he imagined.
He ran around like a puppy who had been let go, Chu Tingdong could only grab his wrist and trap him beside him, so as not to be scattered by the crowds in the garden at night.
There were not as many activities at night as during the day, so Zhong Xun took Chu Tingdong to watch the fireworks on the opposite side of the river after picking up a few places to play. The lights along the river were brightly lit, and countless fireworks bloomed in the night.
A fluorescent little monster pin was pinned to Zhong Xun's hair, sticking together with the messy strands of hair, every time his head shook, it shook slightly.
Chu Tingdong raised his hand and rubbed his hair, his cold fingertips accidentally brushed against his ear, Zhong Xun turned his head, looking at him with peach blossom eyes, not knowing who was the first to approach, they were A kiss in the dark shade of a tree at night.
Zhong Xun put his fair arms around Chu Tingdong's neck, and he raised his head, letting Chu Tingdong suck his lips and flesh hot.
He actually prefers to kiss his cheeks and ears, these places are very comfortable and humid, and he can avoid thinking that he is kissing a man, but Chu Tingdong seems to prefer to kiss his mouth.
Chu Tingdong's arms around his waist restrainedly tightened, Zhong Xun was a little suffocated by the kiss, he pressed against Chu Tingdong's chest, pushed him away to breathe, and was pinched and kissed him again, his eyes were wet In the corner of the eye, the lights on the banks of the river were blurred.
But Zhong Xun is not very repulsive, his head is dizzy, his heart is swollen, he feels that he is wrapped by some kind of gentle and strong barrier, and the surrounding is soft, like a fluffy light that can be seen through a cracked ice crevasse , the thorns all over his body were willing to hibernate, he didn't even want to lose his temper, his chest was no longer burning because of anger and grievance, which made him want to tear and bite everything in front of him, he stayed quietly in Chu Tingdong In his arms, with his arms around his brother's waist, he couldn't take it anymore, so he just hummed softly.
Chu Tingdong let go of him, wiped the water stains on his lips with his fingertips, and asked softly, "Do you want to go back? Or do you want to play somewhere else?"
The playground closes at 10:30.
Zhong Xun didn't really want to go back, so Chu Tingdong bought him some freshly fried hot French fries, and drove him aimlessly for a ride, until he passed a bar street, and Zhong Xun stood up from his seat like pricking up his ears. get up.
"I haven't been to a bar for a long time," Zhong Xun poked Chu Tingdong's thigh, his eyes lighted up, and pointed out the car window, "I want to go to this one."
What do you mean long time no go?
Chu Tingdong frowned and asked him, "Did you go there often?"
Zhong Xun faltered, apparently harboring a ghost in his heart, he pretended not to hear, and continued to grind and listen.
Chu Tingdong didn't want to take him there at first, but when he caught a glimpse of his reddened eyes, he looked pitiful, and couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple, sighed, and parked the car outside the bar.
"You can't drink," Chu Tingdong saw that he was getting out of the car and was about to leave, so he reached out to grab him and said, "We'll wait until you recover from your injury."
Zhong Xun readily agreed.
The bar that Zhong Xunchou was in was very noisy, the lights and shadows were intoxicating, and the intertwined lights above his head rendered an ambiguous silhouette.
Chu Tingdong asked for a glass of ice water, but ordered him a cup of hot chocolate milk.
Zhong Xun didn't dare to refute, so he drank heavily with shame on his face, thinking that he would drink it quickly and throw it down, he was afraid that people would smell the sweet fragrance, it would be too embarrassing and not cool at all.
After drinking it, he made a fuss again, wanting to try something else.
Chu Tingdong frowned, he and Zhong Xun were squeezed into a corner, this place was a little far from the bar, Zhong Xun was too tired and refused to go with him, he was not at ease that Zhong Xun would be separated from him in such a place.
"I won't be deceived by others," Zhong Xun muttered, "You think I'm a fool."
Chu Tingdong frowned even more, and said irritably and helplessly, "Then you stay here and wait for me, don't wander around."
Zhong Xun felt that he was more like a father than Song Yiling, so he waved his hand to indicate that he would not move around, so Chu Tingdong left without reassurance.
Chu Tingdong asked for a glass of sparkling water, which was the fastest to make. A few minutes later, he brought it back, but he didn't see Zhong Xun at the same place. His eyes were dark and cold, and he searched among the crowd, and finally His eyes paused, and he saw Zhong Xun's figure on the small dance floor.
Among the swaying and drunken men and women, Zhong Xun's face was bright and eye-catching, the lights were dazzled, his curly hair was messy, his eyes were slightly narrowed, with blush at the end of his eyes, and he looked towards Chu Tingdong.
He twisted his waist and hips, swayed to the music, and danced well. The loose T-shirt was lifted with his arms, his waist was so thin that it was eye-catching, and it was as flawless as white porcelain.
Chu Tingdong copied his pocket with one hand, lowered his head and took a sip of sparkling water, and looked at him not far or near, until a man next to him tentatively rubbed over, reaching out his hand furtively to wrap his arms around Zhong Xun's waist, and went down three Walking along the road, the crowd was crowded, and Zhong Xun didn't pay attention at all.
With gloomy eyes and dark face, Chu Tingdong strode over and lifted him off the stage.
Zhong Xun didn't stand firm, swayed a little, and almost fell on him.
"What are you doing..." Zhong Xun looked at him in a daze, suddenly so fierce, he stretched out his hand and dangled in front of Chu Tingdong, thinking that he was drunk, but his wrist was grabbed.
Chu Tingdong was really angry, and his tone was also cold, "Didn't you promise me not to run around, can you be a little more careful?"
Zhong Xun was stunned by the scolding, and he couldn't think of talking back. He was wronged, and he didn't know why, so he asked him stupidly, "Why don't I pay attention?"
That's why you're not a fool?
"What do you have in mind, don't you feel that someone is going to touch you?" Chu Tingdong said angrily.
Zhong Xun was even more dumbfounded. He really didn't feel it. When he realized it, he couldn't help turning his head and stretching his neck to look for someone, cursing: "Fuck, which idiot dares to take advantage of Dad?!"
Whoever was waiting to beat him up on the spot would have already run away. Seeing that he couldn't help but want to strike, Chu Tingdong pulled him away from the bar.
Zhong Xun reluctantly moved a few steps away from the edge of the dance floor, he suddenly stopped, and pulled his wrist back, the bar was sweltering, Chu Tingdong's palms were sweating, and Zhong Xun's wrist almost slipped.
Chu Tingdong's face was extremely ugly, and when he turned around, Zhong Xun bent over him and smiled suddenly, beautiful and bright, like endless fireworks by the river.
Zhong Xun's eyelids were flushed, and he was naive even though he wasn't drunk, he held his cheek and kissed him.
Many people in the bar were silent for a moment, and then roared, applauding, laughing, and boiling.
There was a warm touch on Chu Tingdong's lips, and Zhong Xun's fingertips softly caressed the side of his face, leaving only a blank in his mind.
Zhong Xun's chest kept rumbling, and the tip of his tongue pressed against Chu Tingdong's thin lips. He probably didn't like being restrained, but it was weird, and he liked Chu Tingdong's desire to protect him.
When he arrived at the hotel, Chu Tingdong leaned over and opened the suitcase without saying a word, looking for something to wash.
Zhong Xun couldn't help kicking his heels, "Okay, I know I'm wrong, I just want to dance for you, why can't you coax me well, and you still make a fool of me?"
"Uh..." Who are you calling a donkey?
Chu Tingdong frowned, and urged him to wash up, "Stop making trouble, you're covered in sweat."
Zhong Xunmo took a long time to finish washing, then knelt down and pulled his suitcase, and found some Kausten at the bottom.
Chu Tingdong glanced at him, Zhong Xun pouted, and put Kausten back.
The bruises on his cheeks haven't completely disappeared. He had received too many beatings a while ago, and Zhong Zhonglin didn't know how many times he had slapped him. He didn't want to go to school after the holidays with a swollen face. Apply an ice pack at night.
Chu Tingdong was leaning against the bedside to do the paper, he insisted on lying on Chu Tingdong's lap and applying the dripping ice pack to his face, and even bent his slender white toes to scratch the other calf.
At night, the river view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel is completely incomparable to the cramped and cramped hot spring hotel in Ningcheng. Zhong Xun couldn't help looking around, and looked up at Chu Tingdong's cold face.
The foundation that covered the bruises on Zhong Xun's face was all washed off, he didn't apply medicine, and even applied make-up indiscriminately. He finally recovered a little, and now he was bruised very badly.
Chu Tingdong touched lightly with his fingertips, and he hissed, furrowing his eyebrows aggrievedly.
Chu Tingdong calmed down now, wanted to coax him, but didn't really want to coax him, looked at him for a while, put down the paper, got up and opened the suitcase and said to him: "Don't you want to see my Kosten? "
Zhong Xun nodded, lying on the edge of the bed and looking down at him.
Chu Tingdong rummaged through it, found a blue-and-white color, very light Costeng, and threw it to him.
The back is also woven with silver thread, like thin silver foil.
This is what he wore in the youth competition when he was 16 years old. It is the figure skating program that Zhong Xun learned before. Zhong Xun has seen the video of his competition, so he also recognizes it.
"Can I wear it?" Zhong Xun was itching.
"Yes." Chu Tingdong nodded.
Zhong Xun got up all at once, he wanted to change clothes directly, picked up the hem of the T-shirt, revealing a waistline, but put it down again, Chu Tingdong was staring at him, he felt a little ashamed.
But when he ran to the bathroom to change, he felt that it was too hypocritical. They were all men, so what could be done with a change of clothes.
So he retreated to the next best thing, turned his back, knelt on the bed, and then took off his shirt. His shoulder blades were white and thin, and his shoulders were tucked in. He put Costen on his body awkwardly.
The thin white ankles are wrapped in thin gauze, the calf is round and slender, and the undulating waist is faintly exposed upwards; the back is thin and green under the light, and it is full of the unique lust of a teenager.
Chu Tingdong was leaning against the closet silently just now, but he got up suddenly and hugged Zhong Xun from behind.
"Brother? Chu Tingdong?" Zhong Xun trembled, his voice changed, he instinctively sensed the imminent danger.
He sat on the bed with his legs limp, and finally sank into the soft and fluffy bed quilt. Chu Tingdong's eyes fell on his lips. No matter how slow Zhong Xun was, he knew that this was a position he wanted to kiss. He couldn't help it. He licked his slightly dry lips.
Zhong Xun is very suitable to wear Kosten. Chu Tingdong wore this one when he was 16 years old. It even fit him to size.
Chu Tingdong was not blind either, knowing that he was beautiful, Zhong Xun blushed, his eyelashes trembling due to nervousness, and forced himself to raise his eyes to look at Chu Tingdong, his moist, watery eyes, He is a little deliberate, but not entirely seductive. Even if he is not born gay, it is difficult not to be seduced.
But Chu Tingdong stared at his nervous and anxious eyes like a small animal, and his red lips were bitten by himself, all of a sudden, he only thought he was cute, cute.
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there might be another chapter tonight